Come now for all shall see the tidings the seasons have brought, lush and green or dry and fallow we shall see.
For we well gone as the rains fell and sun shone, all those gone hidden and safe come now for it's bright
And see the tidings the seasons have brought.
The flowers that blossomed the fruits that bloomed
The birds and the bees over the fields wherein they swooned
Ah what has become of our sheep goat and cow
It's over we can go out, it's time to celebrate and make merry now
The dark clouds of death and destruction have parted far and wide
And the rain falls sweet and cool on the ground and on our skin
The sun potent and warm bringing joy killing them those made us hide
Inside our rooms and stalls and cottages huddled with the kin
Smell the flowers now revel in the green
For has it not been so long since this so has been
We are free we are free, free at last to be our of our home
To see where the rains fell and the sun shone
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